The darkness was suffocating. Caroline stood alone in an endless void, her bare feet touching a cold, intangible surface. In front of her, the figure of the Witch of Jealousy glowed faintly, like a dark flame consuming everything around it.
“What is this?” Caroline asked, her voice trembling slightly as she stared at the Witch.
“This is a place between worlds,” the Witch replied, her tone mocking yet firm. “A place where truth cannot hide. Here, there are no masks or lies. Only you and me.”
Caroline clenched her fists, her breathing growing heavier. “I don’t understand any of this. If we’re the same person, why don’t I remember anything from your life? Why do I have memories of being… someone normal?”
The Witch smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “Because I am the truth,
